Two strange sets of soft delicate hands quickly propped against my back, supporting me and voices said something about we’ve got you…that Layla an... I should continue…Layla looked up at me, the look of her pure lust, the look that drove me wild…her hands pulled out of my suit, she requested a full handful of oil from one of the male bystanders…he eagerly took the bottle and filled her cupped hands until the syrupy fluid oozed over and between her fingers…she brought her cupped hands over her. “Are we ready to play some LES MISÉRABLES music, people?”“YES!” they said as one.“Then, let’s all go through the ‘Prologue’ and see if you all remember the cuts I gave you,” I said to them. I saw Paul pull the money from his pocket and count it while shaking his head at me.I raised my baton... First, were the chain gang and the musical conversation between Javert and Valjean. After the cut of the farmer, laborer, and the innkeeper, there was a seamless transition to the Bishop at measure 171.He. "What do we do? We keep doing what we're doing." You like it." I love it. Johanna is in love. I have a reason to smile." Don't give me that!" I injected. "That was the very first thing I noticed. Well, there were a lot of things I noticed, but the smile was what ties them all together."She leaned her head back, rubbing it against my cheek. "You don't do badly yourself, Stoney." I smile more, too, Jo." I turned my head slightly, teasing a few strands of her hair with my lips. "You have no. Thankfully this trip was the break we needed. The ride, the restaurant and the ride back was pleasant and I was happy for the break, my cock needed a rest.When we got back to Linda's house we popped a couple of beers and went out by the pool. The evening was warm and we were just enjoying our beers, watching the stars. It was a great evening. Linda brushed her hand on my leg and I sensed she was getting horny again, so I suggested that we go inside to "get more comfortable."We went back.